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<p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;" data-flag="normal">SONNET 144<br>Two loves I have of comfort and despair,<br>Which like two spirits do suggest me still;<br>The better angel is a man right fair,<br>The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill.<br>To win me soon to hell, my female evil<br>Tempteth my better angel from my side,<br>And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,<br>Wooing his purity with her foul pride.<br>And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend<br>Suspect I may, but not directly tell;<br>But being both from me, both to each friend,<br>I guess one angel in another's hell:<br>Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,<br>Till my bad angel fire my good one out.<br><br></p>